no longer writing in the third person
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
it is hopeful
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
currently
Thank you, Jack
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me